Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.

Really the writer doesn't want success. . . . He knows he has a short span of life, that the day will come when he must pass through the wall of oblivion, and he wants to leave a scratch on that wall - Kilroy was here - that somebody a hundred, or a thousand years later will see.

All poets pretend to write for immortality, but the whole tribe have no objection to present pay, and present praise. Lord Burleigh is not the only statesman who has thought one hundred pounds too much for a song, though sung by Spenser; although Oliver Goldsmith is the only poet who ever considered himself to have been overpaid.

O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.

In greatness, life and death merge.

Steeping my life in beauty brings color to my days and a song to my heart

Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

Eloquence the soul, song charms the senses.

‎"If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture--that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves." E.Abbey

Full lasting is the song, though he, / The singer, passes.

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song

Play Mozart in memory of me - and I will hear you.

Sex contains all, Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk; All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex, as parts of itself, and justifications of itself.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

One thought settles a life, an immortality.